Title:- His Touch – Part Two (AKA Next Time)

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Anyway, here's what you have been waiting for... I'm not really sure whether it's as good as the one before. (If you haven't read the one before, I suggest you do; it will make more sense!) Anyway, if you like it, (or hate it) then please read on and review.

Summary:- Teresa thinks that Patrick has forgotten about her. (and more importantly, his promise of a next time!) Has he truly forgotten? Or is he merely playing another one of his games?

A/N:- This is for anyone who wanted to know why I put that there was OOC in my first fanfic. Well, the fact that Patrick Jane was wearing jeans was a pretty big give-away! I mean, can you actually imagine him wearing jeans?!

Also, I forgot to put a disclaimer on my last fanfic, so I'm putting one on this time... though, to be honest, I don't see the point. If I did own The Mentalist, do you really think I would be writing Fanfiction to do with Patrick Jane? I'd certainly be doing something to Patrick Jane, and he definitely wouldn't be wearing jeans, in fact I don't think he'd be wearing much of anything... but you don't need to know that! Anyway... Enjoy! (REVIEW PLEASE!)

His Touch – Part Two (AKA Next Time)

"Liar." She moved over towards him, so that their bodies were now flush against each other; her hand had moved back down, and he could feel himself growing hard again at her caress. "Now, what's this about 'next time'?"

Teresa sat at her desk, trying to write her final report on the case they had just finished. She didn't really know what to write; it had been Patrick that had solved the case, after all. He should be the one writing the report, not her! She glanced down at the file in front of her; her hands were poised over the keys of her computer. She tried to write; tried so hard! But her mind kept going back to that night in the office. She absentmindedly stroked the thin scar on her hand.

Her eyes closed slightly at the gentle touch of his fingers as they guided the cotton wool along her palm... "... and I know that, although you find me annoying, obnoxious and sometimes you hate my guts, I know that, right now, you're loving the feel of my skin on yours, and are finding it hard to resist the urge to jump up off of this couch and kiss me."

It had been true; she had wanted to kiss him. Had wanted it so bad. That was why she had jumped him; though at first it had seemed like she was going to kill him. That was what she had wanted to do! Then they had kissed, and she seemed to melt in his arms; at least, that was what it had felt like to her. They had become so much more in that one moment; they had learned so much about each other, and yet there was still so much more to learn. She knew there was... he just didn't seem to think so.

That "moment" was little more than a week ago; and since then... nothing had happened! NOTHING! Not so much as a look in her direction. He had seemed to be keeping his distance from her... which was very difficult, seeing as they worked on the same team. He seemed to have forgotten about it. No, he couldn't have forgotten about it... could he?

"You have no idea what you do to me."... "I have some idea," was all she could say before he grabbed her lips again in a bruising, spine-melting kiss, rolling them both over so that Patrick was now on top of Teresa. Then his hands started to wander...

No, there was absolutely no way that he could have forgotten that! The point when he... and then she... and then they... a shudder rushed down her spine as she thought about it. Well, at least she knew that she would never forget it! That had been the best night she had had in the office for a very long time! In fact, when she thought about it, it was the best night she had ever had... period! Of course, she'd fantasized about it; still, none of those could even begin to measure up to what had happened last week...

God, listen to yourself! You sound like a love-struck teenager! Why was she acting like this? What had happened to her? Of course, she knew the answer to that; had known since the moment that they had first kissed. Patrick Jane had happened to her. Well, more importantly, his touch had happened to her. His touch, his smile. Yes, she was totally and hopelessly... screwed. In fact, this feeling she had was so strong, she felt the need to say it out loud.

"Teresa, you are so screwed." Right as she said that, the door to her office opened, bringing with it the last few sounds from a long day at the office. She didn't need to look up; the sudden blush to her face and the hitch in her breath was all she needed to tell her who it was. That, and the chuckle that came from his lips. He always had the best timing; she knew that from experience. The door closed, shutting out the noises from the outside world, and effectively shutting them in.

Still without looking up, she spoke to him. "What do you want, Jane?" She tried again to focus on the report in front of her. It was becoming a struggle to focus on anything when he was in the same room as her... though that didn't happen very often, now that she thought about it, what with his avoiding her at every possible moment in the day.

"Jane? What happened to Patrick?" The grin he had on his face came through in his voice. He was enjoying this... wait, why was he enjoying this? Wasn't he the one who had been avoiding her for the past week? Wasn't he the one who hadn't even acknowledged that anything had happened between them? Why was she asking herself these questions, when she already knew the answers to all of them?

She looked up at him, and saw he was leaning against the door frame. "I'm not joking, Jane..." Her anger was starting to seep through into her voice. He just smiled , and stood up properly so that he seemed to almost tower over her.

"Again with the Jane, and I'm not joking either." He walked around her desk to where she was sitting, and motioned for her to take his hand. She looked up at him sceptically, not sure whether to trust him or not.

He seemed to sense her doubt. Of course he does, she thought to herself. He's Jane! He looked down at her, a strange smile on his face. "Don't worry Teresa, I'm not going to bite it. Well, that is," his eyes seemed to fill with lust. "unless you want me to?" Her breath hitched at his words; and she felt a familiar pull in her stomach. Biting her bottom lip, she placed her left hand in his right, only to be pulled smoothly out of her chair and into his arms. He flashed her a smile at her reaction, and wrapped his left arm around her waist, stopping in the middle of her back. He brought her hand up to his mouth and began to kiss it, all the while never looking away from her face; keeping eye contact with her all the time.

She gasped as she felt his lips slowly move along her fingers, and his other hand massaged her back. She began to close her eyes as the feelings of his touch against her skin washed over her, when he began to speak again. "Well, Teresa. You never answered my question." Seeing the confusion on her face, he gave her a small smile before he placed her index in his mouth, and bit down gently on it. When he looked at her again, he was unable to read the look on her face. "Would you like me to continue, Teresa?" She could only nod in her agreement; but that was more than enough reason for him to continue his ministrations of her hand. As he carried on biting gently on her fingers, Teresa could already feel that she was going to lose control.

She tried so hard to suppress the moan that wanted to escape from her lips. She tried... and she failed. Luckily, he had the incentive to catch her lips in a mind-blowing kiss before it got too loud. Both of them were now putting their all into the kiss; and before she knew it, Teresa was up against the wall of her office. A loud thud was what had made her register it... and she didn't care. All that was going through her mind at this point was that she needed to feel Patrick. Needed to feel all of him. She dragged her hands from around his neck down his chest and stomach and onto the waistband of his trousers.

One of his hands moved from her hips to grab her hands, and pull them away from his belt, which was now undone. No one could say that she didn't work fast! He separated their lips for a moment; he heard her groan at the lack of contact, and gave her a small smile. "As much as I would love for you to continue, I think we should wait."

The look on her face told him all he needed to know, though she felt like telling him with her voice as well. "What did you just say?!" She could feel the anger beginning to well up inside her again. "You think we should wait?!" She felt like ripping her hands out of his hold and placing them around his neck again... and then strangling him with them.

"Yes, I think we should wait. For one thing, the first place we slept together did my back in..." He ran a finger down her spine, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "... and for another," he leaned in so that he lips were almost touching her ear; his hot breath was gently caressing it. "you're going to need more support than that wall by the time I've finished with you." He didn't have to wait long for his words to sink in. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a sudden jolt went through her whole body.

Satisfied at her reaction, he leaned back, and brushed his lips agaisnt hers. Smiling, he backed away. "I'll pick you up at eight, okay?" Once again she could only nod to show her consent. He kissed her hands one more time, before turning around and walking to the door. As he opened it, he turned back. "Oh, and what you said just as I opened the door?"

She thought for a moment, remembering back to what she had been thinking. When it came to her, she nodded. With the biggest smile on his face that he had ever seen, he said "Well, you certainly will be by the time tonight is over." Giving her a wink, he turned around, and walked out of the room.

Then he closed the door, leaving Teresa alone, with only her thoughts as to what was going to happen tonight. Maybe I'm the psychic one, she thought to herself, as she smoothed down her shirt and skirt, before walking out of her office; no one noticed, but there was a slight grin on her face as she thought about something. Definitely the green one.

A/N:- I am cruel, aren't I? Well, you're just going to have to wait for the next chapter, to find out just exactly what happens between Patrick and Teresa, when he goes to pick her up.

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